Gay Encounters Sex Stories

I was 18 years old, hot, horny, tall, with an athletic looking body, hairless chest, longish brown hair and a relatively unused 8 inch dick. I say unused, because I had not had sex for three years, the first time being when I was 14 and fucked my 13 year old neighbor, followed by a long period of being in the closet, where I told no one that I was gay. 3.4

Traffic was so light, that it didn't exist at that time of night, and it was starting to sprinkle rain, with flashes of lighting illuminating a heavy bank of clouds told me it was about to do more than sprinkle. There was nothing I could do but trudge along on the verge of the highway, and hope for the best. I was tired, and decided to try to find some cover to get some rest. 3.1beginnings & first time

I was wandering the streets at about 12:30 a. m. , as is my habit in many cities I visit. I'm NOT out selling or "wares", but rather like to have a city to myself for at least an hour. I'm not one of those fond of the Spanish Steps at noon but I love it at midnight. 3.9

If only that shed could talk, the stories it could tell, all those pots and tools would no doubt come tumbling off the shelves and the well-used bench, where many a time I was sprawled over for the guys to enjoy me - because it was often not only Ned who shared my talents, but also his mate who both gave me something to remember. 3.2

The Berlin wall had fallen and the USSR had broken into smaller republics. And the Russian Republic's economy was in tatters. All of this had led my company to send me to Moscow to seek out business opportunities. I had been in the capital for a number of weeks when I had the adventure I recount for you. It was a sweltering July afternoon. 2.9

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the office door open and Adam make a bee-line straight for me. Oh shit, I thought, smiled and swiveled my chair to watch the auditor take the last few steps towards me, laden with a very full lever-arch file. Placing the file on my desk both our eyes studied the page in front of us. 4.1

Four other cars were parked there already. David had said to use only the door on the right. I rang the bell and the door buzzed. Entering there was a stairway going down. At the bottom of the steps there was a long narrow passageway with only one dim bulb about fifty feet down. Taking a deep breath, I headed towards it. 3.9

In my late teens and just ready to graduate high school, I had already made up my mind that I would be spending my life providing sexual pleasure to men rather than screwing women and having kids. I was drawn to older, mature men since I was just about seven years old. I had this strange fascination about watching men urinate. 2.9

There were very few people around, I suppose cause it was both Easter and around 5 in the morning. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a young guy slowly walking down the staircase. The first thing I saw was that he was adjusting something in his pants -- an immediate signal for me to stand at attention. I gave him the once-over and was pleased to discover this was no ordinary subway thug. 3.6

I've been sucked and fucked and fucked and sucked in every borough; been brought off by priests in collars, pissed on by cops, rimmed construction workers on the way home to their wives, been part of orgies involving as many as twenty horny guys crammed into one toilet, had it on with beautiful boys, hunky young men, business men in suits, and randy grandpas. 3.6